When I was a sophomore in high school I joined a group of girls who provided sex to men. My first 'client' was a man in his sixties, he had a very hard time getting an erection and I stood around naked waiting for him. When he got an erection he was very aggressive and although I had sex I had never been outright 'fucked'. He paid extra and I had to sit on the bed naked indian style so he could look at my pussy. He told me he wanted to wanted to eat pussy and told me to get on his face.

He asked for me every week. Most of the time he had taken his pill earlier and got an erection and he got on with his business and I took my fucking and gave him pussy to eat. If his pill didn't work then when he got an erection he fucked me outright, no heating me up. I learned to finger myself while he got an erection so I would be wet when he was ready to fuck.

He always paid me well, and even after I gave my share to the woman I worked for, enough that if all I had was sex with him, I didn't need to work with other men. I got to the point when I never went with another man. I was a one client girl, but made more money than most of the other girls.

When I was a senior the man died of a heart attack. I remember thinking, thank God he wasn't fucking me when he died. I didn't feel much.

I stopped being part of the group and straightened up.

I am not proud of what I did in high school. In a way I am glad I had one client and didn't have to get with just anyone. I know that it will never be just a memory. I can't really just forget.